When the middle-aged man on the side heard this, his face changed slightly, he bowed to the Sword Pavilion with a fist, bowed, and then turned to everyone, saying, "Let's all leave! The Sword Pavilion will be closed in a short time, don't stay here, violators, the door rules will be dealt with!"

Hearing the door rules, everyone's faces changed, and they hugged their fists at the middle-aged man and said, "Yes, Uncle Qingyun!" immediately retreated like a tide, and after a while, only Yang Ye and the middle-aged man were left outside the Sword Pavilion.

Qingyun turned around, looked at Yang Ye, whose face was still a little pale, and said with a smile: "You are Yang Ye, right?

Hearing this, Yang Ye was stunned, he didn't expect that the elder in front of him actually knew him, it seemed that his bet with that Liu Qinghe had spread throughout the entire Sword Sect! Yang Ye smiled, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you Elder Qingyun for your encouragement, the kid will work hard." ”

Qingyun smiled, hesitated, and then took out a scroll from his arms, flicked his fingers, and the scroll slowly floated towards Yang Ye, and said: "This scroll is the Splitting Spirit Sword Technique, which has some of my experience, you and I are destined, so I will give it to you!"

"This!" Looking at the scroll in his hand, Yang Ye hesitated, and then bowed to the middle-aged man, and said, "Thank you Elder Qingyun, this kindness, the kid remembers it in his heart." "Yang Ye really can't refuse this scroll, he really lacks swordsmanship and exercises.

Qingyun shook his head and said with a smile: "Thank you for not needing, didn't I say it before? I have a relationship with you, this is true, I think at the beginning, I was also a miscellaneous disciple." Haha...... "Anyway, Qingyun is Edgeworth."

Looking at the streamer, Yang Ye tightened the scroll in his hand, his heart rolled for a while, and he muttered in a low voice: "I didn't expect that our Sword Sect Elder was actually a miscellaneous disciple before......"

Inside the Sword Pavilion.

A white-haired old man stood on the sword platform of the previous scabbard, and beside the white-haired old man, there was a sloppy old man. The old man had pale hair on his head, and his long white hair and beard almost covered the old man's face, and the blue and white robe on his body was as if it had not been washed for several years, and the original color was almost indistinguishable.

The sloppy old man stared at the original scabbard and remained silent. At the waist of the old man, a long sword was inserted diagonally, and a wine gourd hung from the top of the long sword. From time to time, the old man took off the gourd, poured a sip of it, and then let the wine in his mouth slowly overflow, wetting his long beard.

The white-haired old man on the side was standing behind such a sloppy old man, bowing slightly, looking respectful.

After a while, the sloppy old man took a sip of wine, looked at the disappeared scabbard, and said quietly: "The scabbard actually recognizes the master!

Hearing this, the white-haired old man behind him trembled, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Shi, the scabbard has been silent for more than a hundred years, and now he recognizes the Lord as a miscellaneous disciple, this is ......."

The sloppy old man shook his head slowly, and then sat on the ground, leaning on the sword platform. He continued to take a sip of wine, glanced at the white-haired old man, and said, "What's wrong with the miscellaneous disciples?

Hearing this, the white-haired old man had a wave of embarrassment on his face, and bowed to the sloppy old man, saying, "What Uncle Shi said is, but what should we do now?"

"You don't have to worry about it, let it develop, I will observe it for a while, if the heart is not good, I will solve him with my own hands!" After saying this, the old man slowly closed his eyes, and even though there was a whirring sound......

"Yes!"

The white-haired old man originally wanted to say something, but seeing that the other party was like this, he had no choice but to smile bitterly and shake his head, saluted the old man, and then turned into a streamer and disappeared into the Sword Pavilion.

.......

At this moment, in Yang Ye's room, a person and a mink were staring at each other with big eyes. And next to the sable, the pitch-black scabbard was placed.

"Little guy, what the hell is going on?" Yang Ye said in a deep voice after a moment.

The sable stretched out his right paw, touched the scabbard, retracted it again, and immediately stood up and spread out his paws against Yang Ye.

Patting his forehead, Yang Ye said in a deep voice: "You don't know, then how can this thing get into my arm like you?" As he spoke, Yang Ye stretched out his arm and pointed to his arm.

The sable probed his claws again, a pair of round and smart black eyes, staring innocently at Yang Ye, and Yang Ye panicked in his heart.

"Okay, I won't ask you, you little guy always looks at me like this, and I look like a sinner!" Yang Ye touched the sable's furry head, smiled, and immediately looked at the ancient sheath next to him.

Thinking that this ancient sheath could actually make the ten thousand swords in the Sword Pavilion surrender, Yang Ye's face became solemn. He knew that the ancient sheath in front of him was definitely not an ordinary ancient sheath, but what he didn't understand was why this ancient sheath was the same as this little guy, and he actually chose himself? Thinking of this, Yang Ye reached out and picked up the ancient sheath.

"It's so heavy!"

The hand holding the ancient sheath sank slightly, and Yang Ye was slightly surprised. Looking at the ancient sheath carefully, the more Yang Ye looked at it, the more he felt that this ancient sheath was a little weird. The ancient sheath is slightly cool to the hand, about one and a half meters long, and about three fingers wide. On both sides of the ancient sheath, there are several traces as if they were crossed by lightning, and several traces criss-cross to form a series of weird runes, plus the ancient sheath is pitch black, which makes the ancient sheath a little simple and weird.

"What are you?" Yang Ye whispered, and then shook his head, since he didn't understand, he didn't care about it for now, anyway, the bridge was naturally straight to the bow of the boat. After figuring it out, Yang Ye put down the scabbard and took out the "Spirit Splitting Sword Technique" given by the elder from his arms and looked at it.

"Yellow-level advanced: Splitting Spirit Sword Technique, remnant original! Originally created by the predecessors of the Sword Sect, it was originally twelve, and when practiced to the fullest, it can send out a thousand sword qi. I have studied for more than ten years, but I have only made up to the ninth level, and I have only sent out more than a few hundred sword qi!" Seeing this, Yang Ye was shocked in his heart! It turned out that this Spirit Sword Technique was actually just a remnant! What shocked Yang Ye even more was that this Qingyun Elder had actually made up for it to the ninth level! What a talent this was!

Putting the scroll away, Yang Ye took a deep breath, he knew that this gift was too heavy. You must know that those outer disciples, and even the inner disciples, have cultivated the Soul Splitting Sword Technique, which is just a remnant. Moreover, even if they practiced to the peak, at most they would only emit a hundred sword qis, and the cultivation in their hands to the peak could emit more than three hundred!

Touching the sable's little head and holding it into his arms, Yang Ye walked to the wooden window, gently pushed open the wooden window, it was already night, and there was a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the moonlight poured down, illuminating the Sword Sect like day. Although it was night, on the main peak of the Sword Sect, the sound of the sword sound made by the disciples practicing the sword could still be faintly heard.

"Little guy, I'm going to work hard! Let's go, let's go to Qingfeng Valley!" patted the sable's little head, then walked to the wooden table, pointed to the ancient sheath, and said, "Little guy, help me put it in! When we go to Qingfeng Valley, we are taking it out!" As soon as the words fell, the ancient sheath on the table immediately turned into a black light and sank into Yang Ye's arm.

Not only Yang Ye was stunned, but even the little mink on the side was looking at Yang Ye's arm with big eyes! The corner of Yang Ye's mouth twitched, and he lifted his sleeves, and at his arm, Yibin's short ancient sheath tattoo was impressively pasted on it.

"Whew!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ye looked at the sable, his chin raised against his arm, the sable stretched out his claws and danced his claws in the air a few times, and then turned into a purple light with some unwillingness, and submerged into the arm.

"What the hell are these two!" Looking at the sable tattoo and the ancient sheath tattoo on his arm, Yang Ye muttered in a low voice, then shook his head, walked out of the door, and headed towards Qingfeng Valley.

After walking out of the miscellaneous courtyard, Yang Ye accelerated sharply and hurried towards the back mountain. For Yang Ye, he can't waste a moment of time. If he loses after three months, it will not only be as simple as kowtowing to more than a thousand outer disciples, I am afraid that his life will be in danger at that time.

Moreover, Yang Ye didn't want to, he couldn't lose, this was his only chance to become an inner disciple, only by becoming an inner disciple could he have the opportunity to learn more mystical techniques and exercises!

In Yang Ye's heart, his mother and sister are his opponents, and they are also the driving force for him to become stronger!